I’m big enough now, at my feet
lies the entire length of the street.
Walk through the essence of this land:
a canal that is house-hedged,
a cow down by the water’s edge.
Everything keeping time:
the march instructor, the conductor.
the bell-tower that must always chime.
Faint hubbub from the moving trail
though Dutch is whispered without fail
with Surinamese true to scale.
We giants do no harm,
take churches in our arms,
put out a pilot flame maybe
and from this good vale take our leave.
Life’s not too big there after all,
those who die there are really small.